Horchata, please?

I can't help but to think that this is where you be, with me, in the evergreens...
Lazy,sipping tea, and some horchata please.

You like it rough, i like it clean.
Our lives shriveled.
Everything some fickle dream.

Nightmare how are you today?
You left me waiting on the slowly rising bay.

I drown.
You die.
I live.
We cry.

We're over in the beat of a drum.
I find the punishment you have done.

You lie.
You lie.
You lie.

Yet the truth is never true,
The wrong never wrong.

Someone else meets tampered weeps.
Another one happy.
Perfect.

Nothing pulled through her seams.
Nothing lurking through her teeth.

She has rung.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

Answer her, before she leaves.

(December 2010)

Fingers touch and recess into the seams
Jackets torn by the leafy green
Thorns picking at the bending legs
Faces tilting in a certain way

Kinder looks seen before
On the faces that we adore
But now distraught is shining through
Worries fading into the blue

The sky colored waves washing over
The antsy thoughts still in the covers
Two lovers
One hovers
Two kisses
One listless
The second…

The second puckered touch
A wish that is becoming much
The prize and the rise of a tiny girl
A morning gesture in the judge filled world

(July 2010)